Date: Mon, 8 May 2006 14:08:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mickey S
Subject: Coy Boy, Chapter 14
This story contains some explicit scenes of erotic love between males. If
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The story is set in the fictional city of Trenton, New Jersey. Yes, there
is a real city by that name, but other than being a state capital on the
Delaware River, it bears little resemblance to the city in this
story. While a few of the places mentioned may exist in reality, all of the
characters and events are fictitious.
Chapter Fourteen
Since I wasn't very familiar with center city Philadelphia I decided it
would be easier to meet Mr. Boyle at his office and go to the custody
hearing with him. That way I wouldn't be late and wouldn't have to spend
money on a cab. I let Nancy know I was there and waited for Mr. Boyle. I
felt bad about all the time he was spending on me and wondered when I was
going to get hit with a bill. I was afraid to ask about the money end of
things. On the way to the hearing I did feel I had to express my
nervousness about the whole situation, though.
"This really has me upset. On one hand, it seems stupid that I should even
have to be in someone's custody. I'm seventeen, I've been living on my own
for months and I've pretty much been looking after myself since my mother
died four years ago. I know the law says I can't do some things on my own,
but I've been getting by anyway. It will be a relief not to have to hide my
age, but this could all backfire on me. What if they take away all that
I've managed to do for myself and try to turn me into a kid again?"
"I understand what you're talking about, but legally you are still a
child. I think we can convince them to leave well enough alone, though. If
you can keep from getting overly emotional when you're questioned, I'll try
to take care of the rest."
As if I weren't nervous enough, when we got to the hall outside the family
court I was confronted with something I hadn't even thought of. Sitting in
a chair just outside the door was Ralph. He got up as we approached. I
expected him to start cussing me out but he just smiled and held his arms
out.
"Jerry, my boy, where have you been? I've been so worried about you." He
tried to hug me but I backed away from him.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to take you home where you belong."
"No way! I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Now don't be like that, son. I know we've had our differences, but we're
family. You know your mother would want us to patch things up."
"Mom only left me with you because she had no other choice. I'm doing fine
on my own now so neither of us has to be bothered with the other anymore."
"Bothered? Taking care of my family has never been a bother."
"You're not my family, Ralph, and you never were. You were married to my
mother, that's all." I couldn't figure out what he was doing putting on
this reasonable and pleasant act. It just wasn't like him and it made me
nervous.
Mr. Boyle pulled me to one side and talked quietly to me. "This is what I
meant about not getting emotional, Jerry. When it's your turn to testify
you can tell all about how he's treated you, but don't get into a
confrontation with him about it. Just stay calm and try to ignore him."
We all went into the hearing room and took our seats. Mr. Boyle went to the
desk in the front of the room to talk to the judge. Ralph was sitting
behind me but he leaned forward and whispered.
'Thought you were gonna get away from me, didn't you, ya little fuck? Not
that I'd mind never seeing your puss again, but your mother always made it
sound like ol' Aggie had big bucks stashed away somewhere, and since you're
her only kin, I'm not letting you go. I've wasted a lot of years on you and
if you're comin' into anything, I'm gettin' my cut."
"Aunt Aggie rich? No way. Look at where we were living. A small apartment
in an old two-family house in rundown neighborhood. And I don't know what
that nursing home costs but I know it's got to be expensive. She's been
there over ten years now. If she had any money before it's all gone
now. I'm guessing the government's paying her bills by now. You sold
everything that was worth anything when Mom died. That was more than your
cut. That was mine, too."
"We'll see, ya little bastard. When the old broad dies, I'm gonna be right
there beside you."
The hearing started off with Mr. Boyle presenting Mom's custody document
and some papers about Aunt Aggie. He also read Mom's letter. I heard Ralph
grumble behind me when Mr. Boyle got to the part where Mom said knew we
didn't like each other and Ralph didn't handle responsibility well. Then I
was called up to sit next to the judge and talk about my life since Mom
died. Mr. Boyle got me started and prompted me now and then. The judge also
asked some questions. I told about the years living with Ralph, how he
worked different shifts so most of the time when I came home from school he
was either working or sleeping or at the corner tavern drinking with his
buddies, so I got pretty used to fending for myself. I talked about my
after school jobs and how Ralph had taken my money, and that last fight
when he'd stripped me and beaten me. I kept my voice low and tried not to
show any emotion, but by the time I finished there were tears running down
my face.
Mr. Boyle asked for a break and took me to one side.
"Are you okay, Jerry?"
"Yeah, I didn't mess up, did I? I tried to keep it under control but I
couldn't help it."
He smiled reassuringly. "No, I think that was probably perfect the way you
did that. Now if you're feeling better I'd like you to fill us in on what
you've been doing since you left home."
I sat in the chair again and told the judge about my arrival in Trenton,
having my wallet stolen (leaving out Marcus' kiss) and spending several
days sleeping in the park until I got a job. I talked about the job at
Frank's, the rooming house and my new job at Minho. I told them about my
friends Manny and Norman, not mentioning that Manny had moved
away. Obviously I also said nothing about hustling in the park.
Then it was Ralph's turn. He got up and started trying to act like we'd
always been pals and that all of our problems were due to my inability to
handle my grief over Mom's death. He talked about how he had tried
everything with me, from spoiling me to what he called 'tough love.' That's
how he explained 'disciplining' me and taking away my money. Then Mr. Boyle
started questioning him.
"So you were just holding his money for him to prevent him from wasting
it?"
"Yeah, that's right. He's very immature and I knew he couldn't handle it."
"So I assume you have that money set aside in a special bank account for
him?"
"Well, no, actually. It wasn't very much, really. I used it to buy things
he needed, you know, clothes and school supplies."
"What about the money you took from him a few days before he left home?"
"It's not my fault he got pissed off and ran away. I would have spent it on
him if he'd stayed. And if I'd known he'd hidden that other money I would
have taken that so he couldn't run off."
Mr. Boyle then hit him with one question after another about my personal
life, from my birthday to my favorite classes in school. He asked him my
friends' names and the kinds of movies and books I liked. Ralph couldn't
answer any of his questions because he didn't know anything about me. He'd
never paid attention.
The court took a break for lunch and Mr. Boyle took me to a café down the
block for a sandwich. I told him what Ralph had said about Aunt Aggie
having money and wanting it for himself.
"Your aunt is my client so I can't say anything about her affairs, but if
he thinks you're coming into a large inheritance and he's going to get some
of it he's greatly mistaken."
"That's what I told him. Aunt Aggie never had very much and I'm sure it's
long gone now. I don't care. I never even thought about anything like
that. I just wish she was herself again so I could spend more time with
her."
"It must be very hard for you to see her like that."
"Yeah, it is. She was forgetful as far back as I can remember, but she
always used to joke about it. It seemed funny to me 'cause I was little and
didn't understand. Even after she went into the nursing home she wasn't too
bad. She just couldn't be left alone because she'd forget to do things like
turn off the stove. She needed someone to watch her all of the time, just
in case. It was right around the time Mom died that she got a lot
worse. Last month was the first time in ages that she knew me."
"I don't know how you got through it, losing your mother and not having
Agatha to lean on."
"Yeah, I just wanted her to hold me and tell me everything would be all
right, but half the time she didn't know who I was and when she did I had
to keep my mouth shut, because the doctors had decided not to tell her
about Mom."
"Well, you may only be seventeen but you've lived through more than most
people years older. I'll try to make the judge see that."
The way Mr. Boyle summed things up even I was impressed with me. As far as
I was concerned it was a no-brainer that I was far better off on my own
than with Ralph, but he made it sound like the only reasonable solution. He
explained the way he'd set things up between Nancy and me. And then he read
my mother's letter again, stressing the part where she thought the
responsibility would put too much pressure on Ralph and asking Mr. O'Hanlon
to take charge of me.
"It is obvious that she would have preferred that Jeremiah and his
stepfather live together in a loving family relationship, but she knew that
probably wouldn't happen. In an ideal world, she would have wanted a
healthy Agatha Farrell to take care of her son. Knowing that wasn't
possible, she wanted my partner to take charge of Jeremiah's affairs,
leaving him physically with his stepfather only because he had no where
else to go. Somehow he got through three years with his stepfather, but
he's no longer a boy. He's lived through more than most his age and in less
than ten months he will be an adult. He's proven he can survive on his own
with no help and now he has the assistance of my firm if he needs it. It's
not an ideal situation, but it's one that is working. To change it now for
the short time until he turns eighteen, to turn his world upside down one
more time, would be cruel. Jeremiah is not a boy, he is a young man. Let us
treat him like one."
The judge adjourned the hearing for another break while he decided what to
do. We all waited in the hall. Mr. Boyle was busy talking to Nancy on his
cell phone. Ralph and I kept our distance, with him glaring at me whenever
Mr. Boyle wasn't looking. Finally we were called back into the room to hear
the judge's decision.
"This is a very unusual situation. I am tempted to turn Jeremiah over to
the state to be placed with a foster family. That is standard procedure in
cases where there is no family. However, given his age, it might take a
while to place him in a foster home. It's obvious, too, that foster care is
not what his mother would have wanted. Returning him to his stepfather
would not work at all. I have a feeling that in either of those situations,
Jeremiah would be off on his own again very shortly. The way things are
right now, we know where he is and someone is looking after him. He knows
he can have help if he needs it. He seems to be doing all right on his own,
so I say, why fix it if it isn't broken? This court grants custody of
Jeremiah Coy Walton to Agatha Farrell, to be administered by her
conservator, the firm of O'Hanlon and Boyle."
As we left the hearing room, Ralph brushed past me and whispered in my ear,
"This isn't over, asshole."
I ignored him. As far as the law was concerned, it was over. If I were
still living in Chester, Ralph could get in my way, but not in Trenton.
In the cab on the way back, Mr. Boyle said he'd mail a copy of the court
order to me as soon as he got it. He reminded me not to forget my calls to
Nancy. He also said that, unless I found myself in need of a lawyer, I
probably wouldn't be seeing him again. Nancy could handle everything for me
from now on. I knew he was the big shot in the firm and I wasn't surprised
to hear that. I got up my courage to ask him about his fee.
"I know your time is worth a lot and you've done so much for me. I don't
know how I'm ever going to pay you, but I'll try."
He smiled. "I appreciate the sentiment, but now that I'm officially your
guardian I don't think it's legally permissible for me to send you a
bill. Let's just call this a favor from me to my old partner Ian. He'd have
done the same for me." He had the cab pull over at the train station. "Now
you take care of yourself. I'm responsible for you now so I don't want you
getting in any trouble."
And that was it. I was a free man. Or partially free, at any rate. Or maybe
partially a man, whatever. I didn't have to worry about Ralph anymore and I
could go back to my little room in Lucille's house. My life was my own. I
still had to check in with Nancy every week, but that was fine. It was kind
of nice knowing someone was watching out for me. I didn't know what she
could do for me that Norman couldn't but it was a good feeling all the
same. I thought about Norman on the train ride home. I was so excited to
finally be legal, in a sense, but should I tell him? I was going to his
house for our Monday night dinner, but I couldn't get into it without
admitting I'd lied to him all this time about my age. I'd hated having to
lie and I wasn't sure how he'd take it. He'd been so protective of me
before when he thought I was nineteen. How would he react if he knew I was
really a kid. Now that I didn't have any legal problems to worry about, I
still had other things to think of. If he'd been upset over my whoring
around in the park before, he'd really go ballistic knowing my true age. By
the time the train got to Trenton, I decided there was no harm in saying
nothing and going on the way we had before. As the judge had said, why fix
something if it wasn't broken?
In spite of my decision to keep my mouth closed about the hearing, I
couldn't hide my good mood from Norman.
"You seem to be happier than usual tonight, Jerry. Is there a reason?"
"Nothing in particular," I lied. "Life is just going good, that's all. I
was able to use my birth certificate to replace my Social Security card, so
that finally gives me some form of identification, business is picking up
at Minho so my income is improving and Ms. Rodriguez is helping me with my
education. I feel like I'm finally moving forward. I was thinking about
trying to get a driver's license next."
"You don't drive? I mean, I know you don't have a car, but it's so unusual
for someone your age to not have a license."
"Ralph always said that as long as I was living with him I wouldn't get my
license because he didn't want his insurance to skyrocket. I was thinking
that by spring I'd have some money saved so I could take lessons."
"There's no need for you to spend money on that. Go get your permit and
I'll teach you to drive."
"Are you sure? You've got a really nice car and I'd hate to hit something
with it. Traffic is pretty heavy around here."
"There are lots of rural areas with little traffic not too far out of the
city. I'll find a nice quiet spot for your first lessons."
"That would be so great, Norman. Not that I'm going to be able to afford a
car or insurance for a long time, but I'd like to be ready in any
case. Besides, a license would be more ID for me."
"Maybe if business keeps improving at the restaurant you'll be able to get
a used car."
"I doubt it. I'd really need to be working five nights a week and that's
not going to happen. Besides, I'd really like my own apartment
first. Lucille's place is okay for now, but I'd love to have my own
bathroom and a kitchen where I could fix my meals. I like eating out, but
not every meal."
"One step at a time, Jerry. You're a hard worker. I know you'll get there."
"Yeah, I was thinking that I should probably keep looking for a full-time
job during the day that wouldn't interfere with the restaurant at night,
but Ms. Rodriguez said I might have classes during the day so I'd better
hold off on that for now."
"Don't push yourself too hard. You should take some time and have fun,
too."
"I've got too much time on my hands. I'm bored. Aside from three nights of
work and one night here, I have nothing to do all week. I take some of your
books to read every week, go to the library and surf the web, and walk all
over the city when the weather is good, but that's not a lot of fun. I work
out in my room every day but that's only an hour or so. When I start making
more money I can go out to the mall and maybe see a movie now and then, but
that's not a lot either."
"You need a hobby or something. And you shouldn't be spending so much time
alone. You need more friends."
"I suppose. I'm used to being alone and I like it most of the time, but I
miss Manny. It was fun having a best friend to hang out with."
"Have you heard from him lately?"
"Yeah, he called right after Thanksgiving. His job down there is working
out well so far. He and his friend Gene just got an apartment together in a
gay neighborhood in Houston. He seems to really like it. I'm glad for him,
but it just makes me more eager to get my life going faster."
"What about the friends of his you met before he left? Have you seen them
again?"
'Tom and Jack? They hang out at Buddies, so I guess I could find them
there, but a night out there runs into quite a bit of money, between the
cover charge, drinks and tips. Maybe when I'm making more money I'll give
it a try."
Business was good all three nights that week. I made enough to pay the rent
and buy food for the week, with a little left over. I still had most of
what Derek had paid me set aside, so I was feeling comfortable. I'd learned
my lesson in being too frivolous with the unemployment money and wanted to
hang onto as much of Derek's money as possible, but it was just over a week
before Christmas and I wanted to do a little shopping. I went to a music
store not far from Minho and bought a Josh Groban CD for Norman. That was
about as close to classical music as I got and I was pretty sure Norman
didn't already have it. I also found a CD for Manny that had a good mix of
current dance tunes. I went right to the post office and mailed it to him,
hoping he'd get it in time. That left me with Marcus. I had no idea what to
get him. I knew so little about him that I didn't even know what kind of
music he liked. That was okay because I wanted to get him something more
personal than a CD anyhow.
I wandered all around downtown looking in the windows of every kind of
shop, trying to get an idea. I finally stopped in front of a place called
Santa Fe. The window was filled with all kinds of southwestern and Native
American things. I'd never seen stuff like that so I went into the store
and looked around. In a glass case under the counter they had all kinds of
jewelry. I'd though of getting Marcus jewelry but that was so expensive. I
couldn't afford anything made of gold or silver. There was one necklace
that was simple and appealed to me. It was basically a rawhide strap with a
smooth green stone on it. The price was a little more than I wanted to
spend but I could afford it. I decided to take it. The store even
gift-wrapped it for me. The music store had also wrapped the CDs, so not
only was I done with my shopping, I was ready for Christmas.
Marcus called over the weekend to tell me he'd be home on Thursday. I had
to work that evening so we made plans to get together for lunch on
Friday. That was Christmas Eve so he was going to be with his family in the
evening, but he had all day free. Before our dinner on Monday, instead of
playing the piano I helped Norman decorate his tree. He said he hadn't been
putting one up since Harry died, but with me coming around he felt like
having one. Norman asked me about my plans for Christmas. I had none, of
course.
"How about helping out at the shelter again?"
"Are you serving dinner there?"
"Of course, but there's something earlier that I think you'd be perfect
for, if you'd like to help out."
"Sure, I enjoyed it on Thanksgiving and I've got nothing else to do. I'd
love to help."
"Okay then. Why don't you come by the house early, say nine o'clock, and we
can have breakfast here, then go over to the shelter a little later?"
The restaurant was fairly busy all week, which surprised me. I would have
thought that with everyone busy finishing up their Christmas shopping they
wouldn't have the time or money for going out to eat. Kate explained it was
just the opposite. They didn't have the time or energy to cook at home, so
it was easier to eat out after shopping. Tips were good, too, and by the
end of the week I'd finally made as much as I had at my old job at Frank's.
I put myself through a good workout Friday morning and had just finished my
shower and was trying to decide what to wear when there was a knock on the
door. I opened it, wearing just a towel around my waist and Marcus' eyes
nearly popped out of his head.
"Man, is that ever a nice way to say hello."
He had a small gift-wrapped package in his hand and he dropped it on the
dresser before taking me in his arms and giving me one of his incredible
kisses. As we pulled apart my towel fell to the floor and my boner sprung
up. He looked me up and down and took hold of my erection.
"Oh man, you are such a tease."
"Tease implies that I'm not gonna put out, but I have every intention of
letting you have your way with me."
"That's good to hear, because that's just what I want, too. But I was
hoping to have lunch first and then be able to spend the afternoon
leisurely making love to you. Seeing you like this makes me want to just
jump your bones and pound your ass."
"No reason why we can't do both. A strapping young man like you should be
able to get it up twice in one day."
"More than twice, if the need arises."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
As Marcus pulled me toward him and started kissing me again I tugged his
shirt out of his pants and fumbled with his belt. He kicked his shoes off
and as we separated I pulled his shirt over his head and his pants dropped
around his ankles. I pushed his boxers down as well and he stepped out of
them and pressed his naked body against mine.
"Ready for a pounding, babe?"
"Ready and willing. Go to it."
And he did. He pushed me back gently onto the bed and lifted my legs,
exposing my pucker. I held my knees tight against my chest as he drove into
my butt, using his tongue to loosen me up. In no time I was wiggling my
ass, trying to get him deeper inside me. He grabbed a condom and some lube,
sheathed and slicked up his pole and pulled my legs up over his
shoulders. He was still on his feet, standing at the side of the bed and I
had only my upper back and head on the mattress. He lined his rigid cock up
with my hole and pushed into me. I gasped as that huge mushroom head broke
through, but then sighed as his shaft slid all the way into me. As he hit
bottom he leaned over, bending me nearly double, and braced himself by
putting his hands on the bed on either side of my head.
"Ready or not, here we go."
I wiggled my butt and clenched my ring around his dick in answer. He
grinned down at me and pulled back, then slammed back into me. He'd
promised me a pounding and that's exactly what he gave me. Each thrust was
more forceful and seemed to go deeper into me. He changed the direction of
the thrusts a bit each time but somehow hit my nut with each one. This was
the roughest fuck I'd experienced and at times it felt like he was going to
split me in two, but I loved every second of it. Far too soon I felt my
balls drawing up, or down, considering the position I was in, and I clamped
my ass on his rod as I began to shoot all over myself. He gasped and I felt
his manhood swell and begin to throb inside me.
As his orgasm subsided, he lowered my legs so they were wrapped around his
waist and then he leaned over and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around
under me so when he stood up again, he pulled me up with him. He held me
tight and kissed me, our sticky chests pressed together, my legs around his
hips, his nearly hard dick still up my ass.
I leaned my head back from his and grinned into his eyes.
"That was fun, let's do it again."
"Whoa, we're not trying to set any endurance records here. How about lunch
first and then we can go another round?"
I pouted. "I guess that's what I get for hooking up with an old man."
"Old man? It looks like I'm going to have to show you a thing or two this
afternoon."
"You can show me anything you want, stud, but I gotta warn ya, you show me
yours and I'll show you mine. Don't forget, I'm versatile and I like it
both ways. I guarantee that you're gonna be walking funny at your family
dinner tonight."
"I won't mind that at all, if this is the reason." He lay me down on the
bed again. Letting his dick slip out of me, then reached between down and
gave my dick a squeeze. "I still can't believe you manage to get that whole
thing up my ass, but I'm sure glad you do."
Before we got carried away again I got up, picked up the damp towel from
the floor and cleaned us off, then put some clothes on so we could go out
to eat. When we were ready to leave he picked up the small package he'd
brought with him and handed it to me.
"It's not much, but Merry Christmas."
I tore open the wrapper and opened the small box to find a black leather
wallet inside.
"Something told me you needed one of those."
"Yeah, I can't imagine how you knew." I flipped it open and in the picture
compartment was a beautiful head and shoulders shot of Marcus with a sexy
smile. I looked at him and he gave me a mischievous grin.
"Look behind it."
I turned it over and there was another picture, this one a full body shot,
naked and sprawled back in a chair, with him gripping his hardon in his
fist and an evil leer on his face.
"Damn! That's hot! Where'd you get a picture like that?"
"You never heard of a digital camera? I could take of few of you like that
if you'd like. I know I'd like."
"Um, let me think about it. I'd love to pose for you, but I'm not sure I
like the idea of anyone else seeing pictures like that of me."
"Don't worry, I wouldn't show them to anyone. They'd be just for my viewing
pleasure."
"I'll let you know."
I pulled open a drawer and took out the present I had for him.
"Like you said, it's not much, and it's not even practical like your gift,
but I got you something, too."
He unwrapped the present, examined it closely and slipped it over his head.
"It's beautiful, Miah. I love it. Thank you."
"I hope your parents don't question where it came from."
"I'll just tell them I picked it up at school."
At lunch I asked him about his plans for Christmas.
"Norman and I are going to volunteer at the shelter again. Any chance of
running into you again?"
"As a matter of fact, my whole family will be there, for a while at
least. I promise not to act so weird this time. We'll still have to be
discreet, though."
"It will be hard, but I think I'll manage."
"Just thinking about it being hard will make me hard but I think I'll get
through it okay."
"Yeah, your father introduced us last time so we can at least talk to each
other. And I know how to be discreet, believe it or not."
"I know you do, Miah. I apologize again for freaking out on you last time."
We went back to my room and took turns making love to each other, this time
slowly and tenderly, though every bit as passionately. After the second go
round we took a much-needed nap. My last thought before dozing off was how
easy it would be to get used to that.
It was freezing when I left the house to walk to Norman's Christmas
morning. By the time I got there I was chilled to the bone. I decided that
if business at the restaurant was still good the next week, I'd take a
chance and spend the rest of the money I'd got from Derek on a winter
coat. Norman had made a big breakfast of French toast, bacon and hash
browns. It smelled nearly as good as it tasted. I was so cold I even had
coffee.
When we finished eating he led me into the living room where the tree
was. There were a few wrapped gifts under the tree. He reached down and
picked up a package and handed it to me. I sat down and opened the
present. Inside a box was a beautiful, heavy sweater.
"I noticed you were still wearing that light jacket and figured you could
use something warm under it."
I got up and gave him a hug. "Thanks, Norman, it's perfect."
I went into the other room, got the CD from my jacket and came back to give
it to him. He opened it and smiled.
"Excellent, I have his first CD but not this one. Thank you."
Then he surprised me by reaching down and picking up two more gifts and
handing them to me.
"Whoa, are you crazy? You shouldn't have done this, Norman."
"I did it because I wanted to. Now open them, Jerry. We've got to get going
soon."
I carefully opened the packages, trying to not rip the paper. In one was
two shirts, one a button down and the other a pullover. In the other
package was a pair of khaki pants.
"I don't pretend to know what style of clothes you young people like, so I
just got a few things that I liked and hope maybe you don't find them too
objectionable. We can exchange them if you'd prefer something else."
"No, they're perfect, Norman. I'm not exactly into fashion, but these are
beautiful. It looks like you guessed right on the sizes, too."
"Guessing had nothing to do with it. I took notes when you bought your
clothes for work."
Once again I got up and hugged him, much longer this time. When I pulled
away from him I felt a tear running down my cheek.
"Merry Christmas, Norman. Thank you for being such a good friend to me."
"Merry Christmas, Jerry. I value your friendship just as much."